Sherlock woke early with John still sleeping beside him. It had been just over a week since they had come back to Baker Street and not much had changed. John had almost fully regained his strength and Sherlock had refused to answer Mycroft's calls and occasional texts. Sherlock sighed quietly and looked down at John, they had not discussed their current sleeping arrangement but it seemed to help them both.

Sherlock had become content with lying awake in the morning while he waited for John to wake up. He was surprised that he never got bored, just lying there, but then again it gave him time to think, time with John.

He picked up his phone and checked the time as his phone beeped. Mycroft, Sherlock sighed and opened the text and fired off a quick response, the first since he returned. John started to shift in his sleep as his dreams started to take a turn for the worse, Sherlock put his phone away and held him close until he started to relax and come out of his sleep.

John sighed and leaned into him as he woke up, lifting his hand to grasp Sherlock's shirt. Sherlock tightened his hold around him and leaned his head on the top of John's for a few minutes until John regained his composure. "Alright?" Sherlock asked, receiving a slight nod from John who slowly released his grip on his t-shirt, flattening his hand against Sherlock's chest.

This was their usual pattern, Sherlock pressed a soft kiss to the top of John's head before he started to move to go down and make tea. This time, however, John pulled him back and wrapped his arms around his waist, leaning his head back on to Sherlock's chest with a sigh.

"John?" Sherlock looked at him slightly puzzled as he started to panic. There was a reason Sherlock left the bed every morning, a reason he went far away downstairs and as much as he hated the fact that his body refused to obey him, he always made damn sure that his mind did and the only way he could do that was to get out.

John wasn't ready, and to have him lying half exposed and so close, it was damn hard to do nothing. "John. I need to make tea." Sherlock said, trying to sound bored. John mumbled something against his chest but Sherlock couldn't hear, after a few seconds of Sherlock not replying John lifted his head slightly and repeated himself quietly "Stay". Sherlock really looked at him then, eyes slightly downcast, cheeks turning pink, eyes slightly dilated and a slightly quicker pulse.

Sherlock groaned inwardly to himself. He was still debating with himself when he found himself on his back, Sherlock snapped out of his thoughts and opened his eyes and couldn't stop the groan that escaped him. John was crawling his way up Sherlock's body on his hands and knees. Sherlock clutched the sheets underneath his hands and tightened his jaw. Sherlock always forgot how strong John was, especially now, he was still toned but he seemed smaller than he once did and it was hard for Sherlock not to just grab him and take him at a normal time. But to have him all spread out, minus the tight black boxers which hid nothing crawling to him on his hands and knees was pushing it even for Sherlock.

Sherlock clenched his jaw tighter to stop what would have no doubt been a growl from escaping before opening his mouth again. "John…" Sherlock spoke through his clenched teeth, conveying the threat that went along with John's name. Sherlock should have known better, should have known that a threat would do quite the opposite of deterring John. Sherlock brain was working slower than normal, which just proved it as he had that thought, John's eyes sparkled slightly and he smirked up at Sherlock.

Sherlock's eyes widened as he realised his mistake, John noticed and grinned as he finally reached Sherlock's face and looked down at him and licked his lips before opening his mouth to speak. Sherlock watched as he licked his lips and snapped. Before John had a chance to form any words Sherlock leaned up and claimed his mouth.

Sherlock held John and sat up, forcing him to sit on his legs. Sherlock's brain checked back in and he was about to pull away from John when John whimpered and clutched Sherlock's shoulders.

This time, Sherlock did growl and held John tighter against him, pulling him flush against his chest and slightly up before settling him down on his lap again. This caused John's cock to rub down Sherlock's stomach and Sherlock's own cock making them both groan at the contact.

Sherlock slowed the kiss and ended it with a last sweep of his tongue and sighed. There needed to be a compromise here, Sherlock didn't want to rush this.

Breath back to regular pace and some form of self-control back Sherlock lifted a hand to John's face and cupped his cheek before bringing their mouths back together. This kiss was not like the last, this was soft. John's breath hitched and he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock ran his other hand along John's back and side and slowly made his way down, slipping his hand under John's boxers at the same time that he softly licked John's bottom lip. John gasped at the contact and opened his mouth, letting Sherlock slip his tongue inside as he stroked John slowly. Sherlock kept the pace deliberately slow. Taking his other hand from Johns face he pushed his hand under his pyjama bottoms and stroked himself at the same pace.

They both knew it wouldn't take long, the kisses stayed slow but there breathes were fast becoming uneven and John was letting out small whimpers and moans which could have got Sherlock off alone but he wanted to see John so he broke the kiss just watched.

John had his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, small puffs of air escaping his kiss reddened lips as he moaned quietly. Sherlock kept his pace on John steady with the occasional twist from his wrist. He stopped the hand on himself and concentrated on John for a few minutes until John was close then started again at a quicker pace with both hands. John started trusting his hips into Sherlock's hand slightly and it was a wonderful vision. Sherlock leaned up and kissed him quickly before whispering to him, "Open your eyes John." and John did, Sherlock kissed him again softly, keeping their eyes locked before leaning back slightly and quickening his pace even more.

John moved his hand and placed it over Sherlock's heart and Sherlock thought his heart would burst. Sherlock felt John tense above him and kept their eyes locked as John said his name quietly before crying out his release. That's all it took for Sherlock to finish with him, John's head fell back and Sherlock groaned through his own orgasm. He removed his hands and wiped them quickly on the bed before wrapping his arms around John and holding him close.